The big guy kept dying and became a white moonlight

Chapter 1295 Wild Rose Gifted to Uncle (143)

It was just a quick glance, but Lu Ruijie planned to look away.

But suddenly, Lu Ruijie's gaze froze.

The decoration of the old house is all based on the old lady's preferences. The old lady always likes the elegant and beautiful style, like a lotus, which is light but not stained by mud.

The overall style of the living room on the first floor is simple and clean, without losing the charm of everyone's demeanor.

The legs of the dining table are white, and a plain square scarf is spread on the table, which is not long enough to barely cover the table, but the underside of the table and chairs is unobstructed.

He saw the young man sitting opposite the girl, his legs in black suit pants were extraordinarily slender. Sitting there, his legs were naturally separated.

At the same time, Lu Ruijie saw the girl sitting across from him smiling and lazily eating the prawns that the young man peeled for her with her elbows resting lazily on the table, but unexpectedly, she raised her feet under the table.

White pure and beautiful high heels, her slender ankles looked extremely fragile.

The toe of the shoe swept over the man's bright leather shoes, then up the soft and cold suit trousers, slid over the line of the small push, slowly upward, and passed over the muscles of the big push in a flash.

Then she stepped on his chair, like a proud queen, letting the dust from her high heels stain the white leather chair.

The pointy high-heeled shoes were pressed against Qianfang, and the distance seemed close, as if it was only millimeters away from that limit.

Suddenly, he tilted his head to the side, resting on the pusher of the opponent, insinuating something intentionally or unintentionally.

The girl looked lazy and undisciplined, with her palms on her cheeks, as if she was interested in teasing the man in front of her.

The expression of the man in front of him didn't change at all, and the pitch-black eyes under the cold gold-rimmed glasses were even more calm.

The calmness and ease on the table, the blazing flames under the table, ice and fire, interlacing with the stars, it is impossible to see that under the man's indifferent and noble expression, his mind is stretched like vines. The touch is extremely proactive, enough to make one's scalp tingle instantly.

The man took a handkerchief and wiped the oil stains on his fingertips slowly, without rushing.

After putting down the handkerchief, the girl's constantly provocative fragile ankle was tightly strangled by the man's dry and rough finger bones, unable to move at all.

She struggled a few times.

The heel of the toe hooked suddenly fell to the ground with a 'click'.

Only wearing a thin pair of swah's snow feet were held in the palm of the man's big hand.

The flesh-colored Poswa wrapped the girl's slender and tender legs. He raised his long eyelashes slightly, his prescription-free lenses were clear, but his eyes were dark and dangerous. While he was staring at her, the phalanges holding her ankles were slid towards her. With a pull back, the girl who was leaning lazily on the back of the chair leaned forward unexpectedly because of his movements.

Aunt Jiang almost slipped off the chair, she supported the table, kicked Lu Boying's palm with the foot that was caught, and became angry from embarrassment: "Let go! Let me go! Hurry up, I'm angry!"

Hearing the girl's fierce words, Lu Boying raised his eyelids slightly and sneered slightly.

She was the one who played with fire, and he was the one who got fucked. He was not angry, but she became angry first.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone in the old house, she dared to play these urgent and exciting tricks. Should he say that she was bold, or should he say that she really didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth.

Lu Boting let go of his hand, and Aunt Jiang immediately swished back the wrong foot, and she didn't forget to put on the high-heeled shoes when she left.

Lu Ruijie's jealous eyes were bloodshot. He clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could rush up and pull away the two people who were under the dining table in the living room.

(End of this chapter)